Flowers (selection) _Edward Bliss Reed_ 369 ON A MIDSUMMER DAY Selection _Alfred Noyes_ 372 The Friendly Cowslip Bells (English Legend) _Eleanor L. Skinner_ 373 Fairy Dawn (selection) _Joseph Rodman Drake_ 377 Robin Goodfellow _Ernest Rhys_ 378 A Quarrel in Fairyland (Arranged from a Midsummer Night's Dream) _Eleanor L. Skinner_ 388 In the Cool of the Evening (poem) _Alfred Noyes_ 406 SUMMER STORIES AND LEGENDS SUMMER Hang out your loveliest star, O Night! O Night! Your richest rose, O Dawn! To greet sweet Summer, her who clothed in Light Leads Earth's best hours on. Hark! how the wild birds of the woods Throat it within the dewy solitudes; The brook sings low and soft, The trees make song, As from her heaven aloft Comes blue-eyed Summer like a girl along. MADISON CAWEIN. HOW SUMMER CONQUERED WINTER (IROQUOIS LEGEND) Once upon a time the Great Chief, Glooscap, who brought many blessings to the Red Men, made a journey far into the Northland. For days he traveled over frozen wastes of ice and snow, where the keen wind blew without ceasing. At last he came to a lodge hollowed out of the icebergs, where Winter, the Giant of the Northland, dwelt. Quietly, Glooscap stalked into the glittering lodge and sat down. There was silence for several moments, then the Winter Manito laid aside his scepter of ice, filled a pipe, and, offering it to his guest, said, "Thou art welcome. Tell me, why comest thou to the Northland?" "To learn about the power of the Winter Giant," answered Glooscap. "Who can measure the strength of the Winter King?" said the giant, shaking his white locks, on which rested a crown of icicles. For a long while the King and his guest sat smoking in silence. Then the Winter Giant began the story of his mighty deeds. "I cover the Northland with ice, and pile up great snowdrifts which look like mountains. I send forth the Storm Blast, which fills the air with sleet and snow, and makes the white bear creep into a cave for shelter. I build the glittering icebergs, out of which my chieftains make their lodges." The enchantment of the frost was in Giant Winter's words, and his guest sat spellbound. After Glooscap had listened to many works of wonder, he nodded his head and fell into a deep sleep. Like an image of death he lay in Winter's lodge for six months.